Pinky Swears Novels & Stories

she asked him immediately forwarding her little pinky towards him. "What's that?" he asked her coldly making her slap her forehead. "Y-y-you don't know pinky p-promise? P-p-pinky promise means true p-promise which you can't b-break or else your n-nose will turn red like a j-joker." she said snickering at him making him amused but nonetheless he shook his head. "Okay pinky promise." he said nonchalantly but she frowned at him. "N-n-not like this. H-h-hook your pinky with mine." she said extending her pinky more towards him.

“Promise me you won’t run toward it alone just because you think you have to.” I met her gaze. “I’ll try not to.” “Not good enough.” I sighed. “Okay. I promise.” She held out her pinky. “Seriously?” “Dead serious. Pinky swear or it doesn’t count.” I linked mine with hers. “That’s binding,” she said. “Cosmic consequences if you break it.” “Got it. The fate of the world now hinges on our pinkies.” Simone grinned. “Finally, some accountability.”

I asked locking eyes with her. “Promise not to judge me?”. Sarah smiled foolsihly. I smoked back because I dint wnat her to feel left out or alone in whatever it was she was bodying. “I ain't judge you “. My brows raised. “Pinky swear?”. She pulled a finger out, I teisedd my last finger with hers the exact same way we do it while we were little. “Pinky swear”. I whispered, smiling, the temperature of the car freezing cold and a romantic music in the background perfect for lovers.

“I wish I could, really I do. Unfortunately, I still have some matters to deal with. I promise, once I’m done with things, I will have plenty of time to play with you two.” “Really? You promise?” “No, she won’t,” I heard Helix mutter, low enough to seemingly not be heard by Hailey. I held a pinky up at the girl, bringing hope to her face. “Pinky promise. This is what humans do to keep promises in a friendly way, right?” Her face turned brighter, as Hailey wrapped my pinky around with her own. “Yeah!” “Really? That’s how humans keep promises?” came a familiar voice. One that brought cold shivers down my spine.

"Pinky swear?" "What?" I asked, my forehead creasing. "Pinky swear? It’s a promise. And when we lock our pinkies together, it means we need to honor the promise. I take pinky promises very seriously, Lucius." She was nodding her head as if she were negotiating something big. "Oh…" "Pinky swear?" She asked again. Her brows were raised, but her lips were still curled into a wide grin. "Fine. Pinky swear," I chuckled as I entangled my little finger with her.

"You don't know what a pinky promise is?" And he shook his head. I let out a giggle and smile as his features soften. "A pinky promise is one of the most sacred vows amongst two people, friend, lover whoever you never break a pinky promise no matter what." I explained. "I've seen kids do it. Isn't it only for kids?" he questioned and I blushed. "It is but..." I paused and butterflies danced in my lower abdomen. "Who said we can't do it?" I added and he let out a soft chuckle, "Cute."

“You’re still going on about that?” “It’s a traumatic thing for a teenage boy.” “I promise I will show up,” Ruby said, holding out her pinky finger. Parker stared at her outstretched hand. “A pinky promise?” “The most solemn of oaths,” Ruby said, trying to stay serious. “All right,” Parker said, taking her pinky in his. “But if you break a pinky promise, I’m pretty sure hellfire and damnation await you.” “I guess I better show up then,” Ruby said, not able to fight a smile any longer. A car door slammed out front and Ruby reluctantly retracted her hand.

He spins on his heel and points a finger at me. "You're sworn to secrecy, okay?" He waggles his finger, "If this reaches anyone, I'll know it was you who said it." He glares at me, and I almost shift back at how intense he is now. "I promise I won't tell a soul." I hold up my pinky for him and he stares at it in disbelief. When I wiggle it for him, he looks at me and smiles. Then he hooks his pinky with mine.

She pleaded, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Touched by her plea, I reached out and gently took her hands in mine. "You won't lose me, I promise," I reassured her, my voice filled with sincerity and determination. "Pinky promise," she whispered, stretching out her index finger towards me. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, charmed by her innocence and the seriousness she attached to our promise. "Pinky promise, Angel," I responded, intertwining my finger with her little one, sealing our pact.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”